Welcome to Zengirls world. This blog is my last corner of the universe to go where no family,friends,co-workers,whatever will appear so there is no need to edit myself in my thoughts feelings and rants. I tell it like it is and to me its all good. That is really all that matters right, living a life we are happy with.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Fighting Sleep
It might not be wise to write while I am as physically and mentally exhausted as I am but wisdom is not really one of my strong points anyway. It has been a long long long day. Workrunning errands, shopping,shopping and more shopping. Just got in. It wouldn't be so bad but tomorrow it's up at sunrise to head to Disney. Last hurrah before school starts next week. Then I am back at work Sunday morning. Work is imploding. We go through these phases where everything gets out of control and we are struggling so hard to keep up with the amount of freight we receive daily plus our lack of staff. It is all throughout the company from what I hear. I love the comraderie at work but when so many people are feeling defeated it is hard to not let it get to you. The almighty profit wins at all costs. Nation of Change just ran an excellent piece on profit yesterday by Allan Goldstein about the Unlovely Profit Motive. It rang so true from the point of view of someone living inside the machinery that keeps the corporate cogs turning. But I am not in that serious mood tonight. Friday night shopping with my mom and sister tends to lighten the mood. Yes a lot of the joking is aimed at me but I am cool with it. Someone has to be the black sheep of family right. Just realized it is almost 11p.m. and the smell of coconut coffee is fresh in the air. If there is anything as comforting as the smell of fresh coffee I don't know what it is. Wow my son just came barreling out of his room he is the ultimate energy vampire but it is hard to kill that enthusiasm he has for everything. We need so much more of that in the world. He doesn't cut me any slack and calls people out when they are full of shit. That is something you can't teach. When I brought home White House Down and G.I Joe for my husband to watch while we are gone my son just stared at me and said,Why Mom? Mindless formulaic, lack all originality and plot dribble." lol I just looked at him and said," It's for dad." Of course we are not cinema snobs, how could we be after SHARKNADO. It is late now and I feel my mind mixing up a batch of brain soup that I will keep to myself tonight. So it is best if I say,Adieu.
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